Shuang Gao was frustrated about losing the last two games. The coach had tried to be encouraging, pointing out that they had played well against Cosumar, even though they didn't win, and tomorrow was a new day. Gao was still frustrated. He left the locker room in a bad mood. His body guard was waiting outside, and as they walked out of the building, the body guard also told him not to take the loss too hard. Anthor and Cosumar had good teams -- no shame in losing to opponents of that caliber -- and tomorrow was a new day.
No sooner had they stepped out onto the sidewalk than the body guard stopped Gao and stepped in front of him. It took a moment for Gao to figure out who or what the guard was trying to protect him from, then he noticed the Sherpa woman standing at the far side of the sidewalk, obviously waiting for him. Gao had absolutely no doubt about her nationality, or that her eye contact with him was intentional. Her long hair was streaked with a few strands of gray, but there was something weirdly riveting about her appearance. And weirdly familiar... Gao just couldn't place why she looked familiar. She was dressed in long dark robes and ornate silver jewelry. Her necklace and earrings were set with blue gemstones that seemed to glow faintly, though Gao could not be sure if they were really glowing or if that was just a trick of the light.
She stepped closer and told Gao's body guard, "Relax, young man. I'm a government shaman."
The body guard glanced around uncertainly. "From which government?" he asked. She looked Sherpa, but they were in Anthor, so he wasn't sure if "government" meant the Sherpa one or the Anthoran one.
"From the monastery in Tengboche. My name is Sarki Ihawa. Mr. Gao's stepdaughter is my niece. I need to talk to him, preferably in private." So that was why she looked familiar, Gao thought. He had never actually met Sarki before -- in fact, he was somewhat surprised to find out that she was a real person and not a figment of the Ihawa family's collective imaginations -- but he knew some of her relatives, and there was a family resemblance.
"I can't let you talk to him alone," said the body guard. "I have orders to stay with him at all times."
Gao put a hand on his shoulder and gently pushed him out of the way. "It's okay. She's not going to hurt me."
"But what if someone else attacks you while you're talking to her?"
"She's a government shaman."
"But..."
"If something happens that I can't handle, what do you think you will be able to do?" Sarki asked.
"I... uh...," the body guard stammered helplessly.
"It's all right, you can come with us if you insist," Sarki reassured him. "I don't want your bosses to catch you by yourself and start asking why you're not with Mr. Gao."
"Yeah, that would be bad," the body guard agreed.
"Can I take you out for dinner?" Sarki asked.
"Yeah, sure," said Gao.
They went to a nice sit-down restaurant with table cloths and candles. Not the most expensive restaurant in town, but still a classy establishment -- somewhere they weren't likely to be mobbed by random hockey fans wanting to meet Shuang Gao.
They ordered appetizers and then Gao asked Sarki why she wanted to talk to him. "I assume you've heard about the kidnapping of Jigme Sherpa?" she said.
"Yeah."
"Well, there have been some other attacks," said Sarki. "Lhami Sherpa, the tennis player, and Kenchi Zhang, the physicist, were both kidnapped in the last week. The Taliban tried to kidnap the Duke of Kashmir's nephew, but the duke's security guards rescued him. Three days ago, someone pulled a gun on my brother. At first, he thought it was something about baseball, since the whole baseball world seems to have lost their minds since Lakshmi Songtsen signed with the Jewelers. The Taliban hasn't claimed responsibility because the attack failed, but the more we look into it, the more it looks like it was them."
"Okay. What does this have to do with me?" Gao asked.
"Well, I think they might go after Changyi," said Sarki. Changyi was her niece, Gao's stepdaughter. "Everyone they've attacked has magic in their blood, and all of them are noteworthy or important in some way, but they're all civilians and none of them are in the government or the clergy."
"Changyi doesn't have magic powers," said Gao.
"She did when she was younger," said Sarki, "and everyone knows it runs in the family. She's an easier target than anyone else in my family because she lives with you on the other side of the country and she's forgotten how to use her magic. And she's been all over the tabloids."
Gao sighed. "Oh, trust me, I know all about the stuff in the tabloids. I wish I knew how to stop her going out and getting in all that trouble."
"That's simple," said Sarki. "Get her away from her mother. But that's not really my business. My business is counter-terrorism. Someone needs to protect Changyi, and her mother isn't going to take it seriously if she hears it directly from me."
"Hearing it from me won't work much better," said Gao. "Every time I say anything about Changyi, it's like, 'Whaa! Don't tell me how to raise my daughter! Mrp, nrp, mrp!'"
"Right, but you have shared custody. You're in a position to press the issue. My family can't do anything without getting into a court battle."
Gao sighed. "Okay, I'll see what I can do." Part of him wished his wife would lose a custody battle or Changyi would just assert her legal independence and move out -- which she had the option to do under Sherpa law -- and then he wouldn't have to deal with all this nonsense. Another part of him felt terrible for entertaining such uncharitable thoughts about his own family.